Rumpus Original Poetry
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Elizabeth Lindsey Rogers
& suddenly we seemed to know nothing // but the evaporating world, / not one of us fit // to last.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Carolina Ebeid
All the horrible days arriving—listen— / the children stretch their spans // before tombstones practicing fame pretending corpse-life
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Cortney Lamar Charleston
All the imaginary people I knew always started / their imaginary stories saying “I,” which always exposed them / as fools.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Analicia Sotelo
And sometimes the poems were like that. / When we wrote knife, bubbly, naked, / we were really getting down, / dancing hard on the injury.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Jory Mickelson
Hello, said the sea // though it would not recognize itself.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by P.E. Garcia
call me to the house / of the unheard // take the kudzu of whispers / from the windows & say each name
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Shaindel Beers
My son is obsessed with the science of life / and death. His six-year-old brain is sure / he can live forever if he asks the right / questions.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Two Poems by Christine No
So you haven’t made the / Short drive home / Scared of what other silence she’s / Tucked in the lines on her forehead, / Gathered around her mouth
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Rachel McKibbens
I cut off my nose, / her nose collapses. / Chop down my hair & / hers shrieks from the sink. / How many poems do I / have to write ‘til she / gets dead, how many / live-wire…
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Hala Alyan
Nothing’s Freudian anymore. A cigar’s a cigar. I want to love something. / I want to love something without having to apologize for it. Please don’t tell.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Four Poems by Elizabeth Schmuhl
I am the storm in my front porch and I am moving, / a threat to this home and everything in it.
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Rumpus Original Poetry: Three Poems by Dean Rader
Let’s admit it: we have all been vacillating between hindrance and drawback, / but that doesn’t mean our languor is our own.